if I am not near them, I do not long for music by them. at my lowest, they are hardly men and women on all fours eating garbage. you seem to know they’re naked. what they cannot eat they pause above. a baby’s black crib beneath a dream. the dream a charred tree bent over a rabbit turned inside out. the ark was Noah’s belly. the gods and the devils
simpletons dumbly yearning for a more personable abandonment.
I am not alone but am its aphrodisiac.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
if I am not near them, I do not long for music by them. at my lowest, they are hardly men and women on all fours eating garbage. you seem to know they’re naked. what they cannot eat they pause above. a baby’s black crib beneath a dream. the dream a charred tree bent over a rabbit turned inside out. the ark was Noah’s belly. the gods and the devils
simpletons dumbly yearning for a more personable abandonment.
I am not alone but am its aphrodisiac.
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